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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Motorama,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.