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 Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.