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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.