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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.