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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.