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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
UT,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.