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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.