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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Quantec 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert 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.