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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.