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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.