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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.