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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.