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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.