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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.