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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.