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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.