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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.