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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Index,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.