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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.