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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.