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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Aswad,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.