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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.