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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.