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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
June Days,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.