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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.