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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Darondo,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.