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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.