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 Benin 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
June Days,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.