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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.