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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.