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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.