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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.