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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
CMW,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.