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 Gambia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.