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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
The Names,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.