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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.