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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.