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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.