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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.