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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.