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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Technova,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.