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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.