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 Niger 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.