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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.