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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Magma,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.