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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Gong,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.