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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.