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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.