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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.