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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.