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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.