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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.