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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.