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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.