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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Roxette,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.