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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.