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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Ossler,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.