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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.