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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.