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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.