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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Q65,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.