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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
The Move,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.