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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
UT,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.