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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.