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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.