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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Television,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.