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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.