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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.