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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
UT,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.