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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.