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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.