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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.