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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.