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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.