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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Green to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.