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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.