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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.