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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.