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 Zambia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.