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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.