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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.