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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.