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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Wire 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.