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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
JFA,
DNA,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.