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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.