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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Pylon,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.