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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.