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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.