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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.