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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.