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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.