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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.