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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.