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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.