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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.