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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.