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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.