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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.