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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.