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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.