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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.