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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.