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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.