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 Singapore 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.