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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Television,
Faust,
Pole,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.