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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.