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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Nas,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Visage,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.