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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.