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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.