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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.