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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.