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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.