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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.