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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.