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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.