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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.