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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.