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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.