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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.