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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.