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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.