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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.