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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.