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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.