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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.