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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.