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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.