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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.