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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.