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 Fiji and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Josef K,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.