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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.