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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.