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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Magma,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.