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 Latvia and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.