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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.