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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.