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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.