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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.