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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.