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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.