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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.