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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.