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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.