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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.