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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.