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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.