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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Mars,
Slave,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.