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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.