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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Crime,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.