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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.