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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.