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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.