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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.