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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.