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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Ossler,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.