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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Whodini,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.