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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Excepter,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.