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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.