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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Brick,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.