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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.