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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.