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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.