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 Netherlands 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.