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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
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.