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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Suicide,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.