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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
New Order,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.