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 Australia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.