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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.