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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.