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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.