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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Rakim,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
The Motions,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.