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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.