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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.