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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Scientists,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.