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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Quadrant 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.