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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.