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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.