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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Flipper,
the Germs,
X-102,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.