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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Brick,
The Remains,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.