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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.