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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.