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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.