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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.