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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.