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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Can,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.