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 Austria and from Portland.
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 Shanghai and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.