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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.