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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.