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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.