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 Morocco 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.