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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.