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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
X-102,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.