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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.