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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.