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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Q65,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.