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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.