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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.