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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.