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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.