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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.