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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Blancmange,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.