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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.