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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.