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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.