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 Belize and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.