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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.