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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
AZ,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.