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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Gong,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.