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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.