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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.