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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.