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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Wings,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.