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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Model 500,
The Move,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.