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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.