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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kinks to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.