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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.