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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
PIL,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.