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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Nas to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Roxette,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.