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 India and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Urselle,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.