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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.