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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Neu!,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.