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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.