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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.