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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.