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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.