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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
JFA,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.