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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.