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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.