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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.