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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.