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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.