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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.