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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.