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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.