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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.