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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Organ,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.