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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '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 Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
June Days,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Swans,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.