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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.