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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.