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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.