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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.