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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Magma,
The Busters,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.