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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.