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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.