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 Spain and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.