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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.