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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.