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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.