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 Kenya 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.