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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Maurizio 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.