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 Malta and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.