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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
The Names,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.