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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.