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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.