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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.