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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.