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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Count Five,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
MC5,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.