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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.