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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.