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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Technova,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.