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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.