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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.