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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.