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 East Timor 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.