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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Crime,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.