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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.