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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.