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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.