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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.