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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad 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 electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.