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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 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 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
CMW,
Can,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.