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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.