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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Monks to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.