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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.