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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Q65,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.