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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.