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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.