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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
John Cale,
Index,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.