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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.