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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.