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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.