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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.