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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.