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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.