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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
the Association,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.