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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Q65,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.