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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Index,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.