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 Brunei 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.