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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.