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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.