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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.