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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.