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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.