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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.