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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.