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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.