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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.