Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.