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 San Marino 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.