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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.