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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.