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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.