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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Can,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.