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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.