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 Serbia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Crime,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.