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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.