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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Zapp,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Index,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.