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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.