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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Ludus,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.