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 Cairo.
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 Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Skriet,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.