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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.