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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
UT,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.