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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.