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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.