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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.