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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.