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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.