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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.