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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.