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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.