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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.