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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Can,
Ronan,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.