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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.