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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.