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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Magma,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.