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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.