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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.