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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
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.