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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
the Association,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.