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 Mozambique 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.