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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.