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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
UT,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.