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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
JFA,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.