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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Television,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.