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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.