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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.