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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Can,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.