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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.