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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.