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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.