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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.