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 Pakistan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.