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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.