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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.