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 Kosovo 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Monolake,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
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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.