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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.