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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.