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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.