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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.