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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.