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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.