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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Visage,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.