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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.