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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.