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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Smog,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.