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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.