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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Nico,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.