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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.