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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.