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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.