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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.