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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.