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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.