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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.