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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.