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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.