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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
10cc,
New Order,
The Residents,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.