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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.