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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.