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 Kosovo 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.