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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.