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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.