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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Crime,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.