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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.