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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.