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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.