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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.