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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.