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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.