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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.