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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.