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 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.