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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
10cc,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.