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 India 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.