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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 organ 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.