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 India and from Jakarta.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.