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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.