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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.