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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Litter 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.