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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.