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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.