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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
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.