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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.