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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.