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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.