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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
ABC,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.