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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.