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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Can,
The Move,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.