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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.