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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.