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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Fatback Band 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
UT,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.