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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.