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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.