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 Solomon Islands 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.