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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.