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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Wings,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.