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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Index,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.