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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.