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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.