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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Pole,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.