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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.