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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Mars,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.