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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.