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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.