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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.