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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.