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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Index,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.