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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Neu!,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.