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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
The Index,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.