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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.