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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.