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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.