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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.