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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.