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 Canada 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.