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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.