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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.