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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.