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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Last Poets to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.