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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.