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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.