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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.