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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Magma,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.