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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.