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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 organ 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.