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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.