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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.