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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.