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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.