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 Bulgaria 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.