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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.