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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.