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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Index,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.