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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.