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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.