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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.