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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Faust,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.