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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.