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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Organ,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.