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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.