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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Television,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.