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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.