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 Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
The Human League,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.