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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Velvet Underground 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.