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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
the Association,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.