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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.