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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The Move,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.