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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.