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 Cameroon 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.