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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.