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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.