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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.