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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Nico,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.