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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.