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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.