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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.