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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.