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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.