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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.