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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.