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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Wire,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.