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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.