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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Index,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.