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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.