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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.