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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.