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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.