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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.