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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.