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 Benin 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.