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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.