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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.