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 Singapore and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Rakim,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.