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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Gong to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.