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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.