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 Lithuania 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.