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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.