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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Fear,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.