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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.