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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.