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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Evens to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.