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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.