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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.