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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.