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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.