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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.