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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.