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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.