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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.