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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.