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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.