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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.