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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
PIL,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.