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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.