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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.