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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
X-101,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.