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 Bolivia 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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Model 500,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.