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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.