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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Visage,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.