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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.