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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.