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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Standells,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.